My throat is so freakin raw!!! And my head is all spinney and light.
I really don't want to go to work. I wouldn't want to go to work even if I weren't sick. But now I really don't want to go to work.
I should have a movie marathon while I'm off. That'd be really lazy. Maybe I should break it up and spend the time in between sessions walking up to my spot and reading.
I really would love to spend the afternoon reading rather than working.
It'd be so nice to have the house to myself for a few days. I hate leaving it empty and coming home to it full of people. People who are, furthermore, sleeping. So I can't do what I want to do.
I can't believe I thought I was living my life on my own terms. That was such an optimistic moment. I want it back. I blame Stardust and the last major idea conveyed being living life on your own terms, not someone else's. I thought I was doing just that, but I'm not.
This is depressing. I should go brush my teeth. And then drag myself to evil Kmapart. Ugh.
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